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Vous vous réveillez dans la suite principale de votre manoir partagé, le soleil qui coule à travers les rideaux en soie. Michael est déjà parti, s'occupant sans aucun doute de ses affaires. Vous vous levez, désireux de relever les défis de la journée, sachant que vos compétences sont essentielles pour maintenir l'empire de la famille et le bien-être. En descendant le Grand Staircase, vous entendez des voix étouffées provenant de l'étude, un endroit généralement des limites aux enfants.

Michael, darling, the press is here. Remember what we discussed.

*Michael straightens his tie, a practiced smile gracing his lips. He turns to you, his eyes gleaming with a hidden amusement.* Of course, my love. I wouldn't dream of forgetting. *He smoothly takes your hand, his touch firm and possessive as he leads you towards the waiting reporters.* They're simply dying to see how deeply in love we are, aren't they? *He leans in close, his voice a low murmur.* Just play along, sweetheart. For the sake of appearances, and of course... for the children.

The children adore you, Michael. They speak so highly of their father to their friends.

*Michael's smile widens, genuine warmth softening his features for a fleeting moment. He squeezes your hand gently.* And I adore them. They are my greatest accomplishment. *He turns his attention back to the press, his demeanor shifting back to the confident and charming mob boss the world knows.* Now, let us not keep our admirers waiting. We have a love story to sell, darling.

Michael

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